Date: Sat, 20 Mar 2004 16:35:28 +0000
From: Edward Bancroft
Subject: the morning i sucked cock (2)
Sometimes things don't go exactly as you think they would, if you'd been
thinking about it at all. Certainly my morning hadn't started as I would
have predicted, if I'd been asked to.
Kenji suddenly snapped into reality and yelled "Oh shit, my brother's
papers!" He had promised to deliver the weekend edition for his kid brother
when him mom agreed to let him stay home alone, with me. It was 10:45 a.m.
I watched Kenji's naked ass retreating as he sprinted out of the room to the
bathroom. I heard the splashing of his piss, the taps of the sink, and a
furious brushing of teeth. Lounging on his bed, naked, I watched, amused,
as Kenji hurried back in, his long dick swinging back and forth with each
step. Far from being an instrument of sex anymore, it looked more like a
piece of excess tissue being tossed around as Kenji hurried to get dressed.
His mind wasn't on what had just happened between us, but for my part, I was
getting aroused just watching his muscular body squeeze into his cut-off
jean shorts. No underwear. Then a t-shirt pulled over his head. He turned
back from the doorway.
"This is gonna take awhile, it's a big route and the papers are sons of
bitches with all those fucking sections," he said. "Want help?" I offered,
but he shook his head. "Hurry back," I said, naked on the bed, stroking
myself. I don't think Kenji noticed me anymore. I heard the door slam as
he ran out.
I would have gone back to sleep, but I had to piss like a racehorse.
Sometimes things aren't happening at all the way you think they are.
I strutted across the hall, naked in my friend's house, alone. Standing in
front of the toilet, I had a good, long piss. My cock seemed bigger now.
Now that I was sexual. Now that I wasn't a little boy anymore. Now that I
had had sex with my best friend. Now that he had sucked my cock.
I decided to take a shower. I was just finishing up a leisurely wash under
the hot spray, forcing myself not to masturbate as I soaped and cleaned my
genitals for my new found relationship that I hoped would continue when
Kenji got back home.
I felt the curtain move and a whoosh of cool air, and I knew the bathroom
door had opened. Peeking out through a space at the end of the curtain, in
the reflection in a space of clear glass at the bottom of the bathroom
mirror that hadn't fogged up, I could see Mr. Yoshida, Kenji's father, in
his silk robe, standing in front of the toilet. He left the door open and
the cool air was starting to clear up the rest of the mirror. My heart was
in my mouth. He opened the front of his robe, and I saw he was naked
underneath. His long cock hung in front of him, and I had the same reaction
I did the first time I saw it. It took my breath away.
When we were nine years old Mr. Yoshida had taken Kenji and I to public
swimming one Saturday. Afterwards, getting changed, Kenji and I were naked
and aware of each other's tiny, little boy's dicks. Mr. Yoshida took off
his swim suit, and I saw what had caused the significant bulge. All little
boys had a little nugget in the front, and all men had a great deal more,
and I had never given it any thought. But when Kenji's father set free the
largest penis I had ever seen, releasing a long, thick snake, I was
mesmerized. I was staring, and after a time I looked up and saw Mr. Yoshida
looking at me, a little smile on his face.
I stared at the snake of his cock as he finished his piss, as he shook it.
I stood mesmerized at the last drop of piss, and then it fell off. When I
looked up the mirror my eyes met with Mr. Yoshida's. He had caught me
staring at his cock again.
"I'm sorry for having come in," he apologized. I turned off the shower, and
opened the curtain. "I was finished anyway, sir." I stood in the tub,
naked in front of Kenji's dad. He had tied up his robe and was washing his
hands. I didn't flinch as he looked me up and down, and specifically at my
lower regions. I wasn't a little boy anymore, and I stood there, proud,
maybe even showing off a little. The towels were across the bathroom, and I
stepped out the tub. Kenji's dad handed me a towel. I used it to dry off
my hair first, showing off my hairy cock a bit more, and then I wrapped it
around my waist. He hadn't moved from where he stood, and we faced each
other in across the bathroom.
"You've grown into quite a young man Jeff," he said. I felt the blood rush
to my penis at his word and the implication.
I suddenly thought about this morning and I tried to remember if we'd closed
the bedroom door. We hadn't. I replayed my trip to the showers in my head,
and realized Mr. Yoshida's bedroom door at the end of the hall had been
open, the curtains closed, the room dull as the morning sun tried to beat
into the room. Fuck, he'd come home in the night and gone to bed. Had he
been home before we came back from our skinny dip, before we smoked up,
before we started talking?
"You are very close to my son," he said. This was going bad. And then the
bombshell. "It has been a busy morning for the two of you." Oh fuck, I
instantly scrambled for an alibi, some sort of deniability, some way to
claim innocence, some way to blame it on Kenji, some way to take the blame
off Kenji. But there was no time for conflicting emotions. I stood there,
and my scrotum tightened, and I thought I might pass out. I was dizzy.
"Follow me," he ordered. He was angry. I followed him down the hall to his
bedroom. The covers were strewn about the bed. He threw a pillow on the
floor, and turned to me.
"You are as close to my son as I was to your father." I thought I'd start
to cry, but then I caught myself wondering. How close? Mr. Yoshida and my
dad had been best friends growing up, so it pleased our families that Kenji
and I were best friends, too. "I miss him very much." My dad had left my
mom when I was six. I had seen him once since then. My dad had demons. If
Kenji's dad was going to shame me in front of the memory of my father, he
was going down the wrong path.
Kenji's dad put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down. "Kneel," he
said. I did, shocked and obedient. What kind of Japanese punishment was I
going to get? He stood in front of me. My towel had slipped loose and was
starting to fall off. "Leave it," he ordered when I tried to catch it.
Then he opened his robe and put his hands on his hips.
"Do for me what you do for my son," he said. I looked up at him, still not
ready to admit anything had happened. His eyes flared in anger at my delay.
"Suck my cock."
He took his robe off and threw it aside. He was standing in front of me,
naked, lean, muscular and powerful. I looked at his cock. It was thicker
than Kenji's, and darker. He had more pubic hair. His cock was starting to
fill up and rise in front of my face. His balls hung low beneath it. He did
not rise to the stiffness and rigidity of a teenager, but with the fullness
and readiness of a man. I put my hands on his hips. And put my mouth on
him. Gradually taking in more, then more. And I sucked his cock.
He rested his hands on either side of my head. He was controlled and
experienced, gentle but firm. He slid in and out as I sucked and swallowed
and held him in place and let him have his way with me. He didn't make a
sound, and gave no warning except for the increasing urgency in his actions.
After a time, it ended as I knew it would. His cock pumped a lesser
amount of cum then Kenji's had, slower, and more pungent. He held my jaw in
his hand as I looked up from my knees, making sure I swallowed his seed. He
dismissed me from his company, and I went to the bathroom to jerk off and
clean up. It was noon.
Kenji and I may have had many secret moments to come, but I never told him
about his father, and we never had sex at his house again.